Su Zimo stopped in time. She would not be disrespectful to Bai Qingjun in front of outsiders.
"Is this good enough?" Li Zifu felt much relieved after hearing this.
Later, Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan went to say hello to Qin Mantian and his master!
Mu Yunxuan's master was sitting on the rocking chair, looking relaxed and at ease. His thin body, sleeping on the rocking chair, looked even more skinny and skinny.
"You two little brats, how come you have time to come to Sanqingshan today?"
Little brat, the corners of Su Zimo’s lips twitched fiercely, okay! In terms of age, she and Yun Xuan were indeed brats in the eyes of this old man.
"Come to see Master! Haven't Mo'er properly thanked Master for saving his life?"
When Jiutian Xuanzun heard this, his dull eyes became bright again, "Haha! You girl still has a conscience, but you two were seriously injured yesterday. How can you recover in such a short time? It seems that the Wings of Rosemary in your body are becoming more and more powerful."
Jiutian Xuanzun gave Su Zimo a meaningful look.
Su Zimo didn't know why. She didn't find that the Rosemary Wings in her body were different from the past. It was just that after she was injured, without consciousness, the Rosemary Wings would automatically grow out to protect her and heal her. Could it be that Jiutian Xuanzun was referring to this.
"Your physique is not suitable for refining elixirs. Fire and your Rosemary Wings are in conflict with each other. If you refine the elixir once, the power of Rosemary Wings will be less."
"Is there such a statement?" Su Zimo widened her beautiful eyes in surprise. She never knew that the identity of an alchemist was incompatible with the Rosemary Wings in her body, but she rarely refined elixirs. They were all refined by Qi'er for her.
"Let's go have dinner. After dinner, Xuan'er, you accompany my old man to the back mountain for a chat."
Jiutian Xuanzun got up from the rocking chair.
"It's the master." Mu Yunxuan knew that the master should have told the master about Mo'er's death curse.
"I'm really hungry."
Jiutian Xuanzun slowly got up and was not in very good spirits.
The dishes were served, and everyone was sitting in the courtyard eating and chatting happily.
In Tianfeng Mountain, a hundred miles outside the capital city of Haoyue Kingdom.
The setting sun shines into the large forest of towering ancient trees, and the mottled views become the only light in the forest.
Murong Shaofeng and Zhu Yan came outside a stone cave.
There is a unique scenery here. Next to the cave, a clear stream flows.
Under a big tree outside the cave, there was an old man wearing a gray Taoist robe sitting with an air of immortality. The old man was practicing with his eyes closed.
Hearing the voice, the old man slowly opened his eyes, but those eyes were unusually clear. Even when he saw Murong Shaofeng and Zhu Yan, he remained calm.
"Shao Feng pays homage to Master Uncle." Murong Shao Feng knelt on the ground.
When Zhu Yan saw it, he also knelt down.
Since Zhu Yan can remember, this is the third person that the emperor has knelt down on.
The old man stood up and walked slowly to Murong Shaofeng.
"Your name is Shao Feng, are you Yao Huang's apprentice?"
"Yes, Uncle Master. Shao Feng has been looking for Uncle Master for a long time. It turns out that Uncle Master is in Haoyue Kingdom."
"You get up first!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan quickly stood up and helped Murong Shaofeng.
The old man looked at it and frowned slightly.
"You are injured." The old man instantly took Murong Shaofeng's hand and felt his pulse, but the ravine between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
"Why are you bothering? The result of forcing it will not be good for you."
After speaking, the old man took out a pill and handed it to Murong Shaofeng.